Two Poems

Poetry by: RHIANNON MCGAVIN

        like a flock of jays surprised

out of an evergreen & you become

a quilt of daylight on the same device

that hacks up spam & headlines. Now, my thumb-

print smudges your chin’s spectacle, your laugh

cups my ear through this hole in the fourth wall,

a magic lantern that spins code & flash

bringing you closer home with each pixel

to say good morning as if you’re right here,

golden hour in my hand til I hang

up no you hang up first, talking to air,

to you. Tuesday starts & the call goes blank.

When I press my fingers against the screen

it’s warm, but not as warm as you must be.